Drawn to the Living

With solemn castI peer through the watery wall To a salty fragrant domain In the deep It’s beyond me That future realm inside

I am out

I exist in the shallows Not in the bounds I am out Wanting that place Hoping to be taken in That new life That searching embrace Anxious Waiting for the path to clear

I long to make my way

Past the brick barrier reef Through the plated sea glass Counting, marking Half expecting to drown Battling the sting rays of doubt Those faithless visionless creatures Which patrol The hungers of the mind With the power to quash All anticipation All love-fed springs of hope

With dread

I wait for my turn to pass Drawn to the living Breathe in, breathe out Calm Hold Water realm Salt world Beckons PullsTake me now

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I wonder if the world can ever contain those of us who yearn for sustenance outside the ordinary. Those who strive for art, no matter how despairing the creative journey. Those whose idea of joy is a sea salt moon shining on the watery bounds. Pulsing, beckoning. Its loveliness only surpassed by the full and fruitful reaches of the mind.

It is a common condition. Confusion of youth. Fade into marriage and children. Empty nest. And then what? If we had taken the time early in life to be pursuing our dreams and ourselves, we would be different people now. For better or worse, we learned to give up parts of our own identity to be the person who others expected us to be, or the person we thought others needed. That was then, and this is now. We have today! We can be ourselves now, and please ourselves.